Chapter 102: Fiancée?
"You look familiar... do I know you?"
Yeri didn’t respond. She simply lowered her gaze and pretended not to hear him, hoping he would lose interest and go away.
Unfortunately, the sleazy man was undeterred. He stepped even closer, invading her personal space, his shadow falling over her.
Yeri rose to leave, but his hand shot out, fingers closing around her arm. A wave of disgust swept through her, and she quickly swung her IV stand between them like a barrier.
"Mister, this is a hospital, not a place for you to play hooligan," she scolded sharply.
The man’s lips curled into a lewd grin as his eyes shamelessly raked over her from head to toe.
"You’re a bit thinner than my usual taste," he drawled, "but that face...so gorgeous."
Yeri: "..."
She was starting to wonder if there was some kind of contagious brain-rotting virus going around, one that turned people into deranged nuisances. Linda and Venice were prime examples. Then there was Tiffany and Marco Fabian, that bizarre livestreamer woman... and now this creep.
Deciding not to waste another second on him, Yeri was about to leave when his expression suddenly lit up in recognition.
"I remember now!" he exclaimed, eyes gleaming. "You... you’re that Yeri Zhi, right? That sickly little girl who looked like a pale white ghost." He chuckled to himself, then gave her a look of appraising satisfaction. "Not bad. You’ve changed. You used to be so scrawny and pitiful-looking."
Yeri frowned slightly. She hadn’t expected him to actually know her.